• If these were my last memories I could die happy.
    Your hand in mine
    Our fingers intertwined
    We have all the time in the world
    Or so it seems for that one moment.
    We’re on the cusp of winter just barely feeling the warmth of spring
    But you can see it and I can feel it
    We can see the birds flying and the people walking
    And for just a moment it really seems possible
    You and me I mean
    But then we reach the fork in the road,
    Then your warm lips touch mine
    And then silently it seems your warmth leaves me
    I shove my hands in my pockets
    Yep it’s still far from being spring.